Poor Taoist Qiu Chuji

Chapter 25 The New Year is Coming
"Wipe away the broken stele, the words "委飞" can be vaguely read, I sigh how much I relied on Fei in the beginning, and how cruel he became later, it is true that he deserves death after his mission is accomplished, it is a pity that words cannot redeem the past. He is the most innocent, worthy of hatred and even more worthy of sorrow, the stormy prison!"

"Don't you think about the depression of the Central Plains? Don't you think about the humiliation of Huiqin? If Huiqin returns, who will this body belong to? For thousands of years, don't talk about the mistakes of the Southern Expedition. At that time, people were afraid of the recovery of the Central Plains. What can a mere Hui do to satisfy their wishes?"

Qiu Chuji jumped in the woods holding a sword, sometimes like a nimble monkey, sometimes like a flying bird. He integrated his sword skills with his body skills, his body skills with his legs, and his legs with his fists. It seemed as if he was about to condense into a force that would shake the mountains and rivers when he went out and turn into a breeze when he returned.

"good words!"

“You are on the right track in using literature to convey the truth and using the truth to unite the truth. However, your poem is a bit too far-reaching. It’s like looking at the ancients from afar a hundred years later. Being too otherworldly may not be a good thing.” Lin Chaoying and Lin Xiaolan stood on a rock nearby, gazing at Qiu Chuji dancing with a sword in the woods. Of course, it was Lin Chaoying who was speaking at this moment.

Qiu Chuji spread his arms, his sleeves like wings, circled in the air for a few times, slowly and gracefully landed on the ground, swung his sword, and returned it to the sheath, like a sword immortal.

"Thank you, Uncle Lin, for your teachings!" Qiu Chuji spoke sincerely.

Lin Chaoying nodded, neither taking credit nor modestly refusing, but said: "Your path is about to be clear. The next step is to wait for your master to come back and test your skills. Then you can go down the mountain and walk, meet the common people, and truly feel the intention."

"Once your mind is complete, return to the mountains, practice in seclusion, concentrate your mind, and create your own martial arts."

"Once you create your own martial arts system, you will be the world's top master."

What she was talking about was her personal experience along the way with Wang Chongyang.

If you give up your pursuit and just think about creating martial arts, it is actually not difficult.

Not to mention Qiu Chuji, even if it was Wang Chuyi, as long as he shamelessly copied a little from here and there, and then added a little on a whim, he could create a sword technique, or a boxing technique, or a palm technique. However, such martial arts have no spirit and no future.

Ninety percent of the common martial arts in the martial arts world have such origins. They look interesting, but they are not very interesting.

Martial arts that are truly potential and powerful enough are gradually sorted out by the creator after he or she has realized his or her own intentions.

Qiu Chuji nodded to show that he understood, but he was not in a hurry.

His actual combat experience and his own accumulation of martial arts were not enough, so it was useless to think so much.

"Uncle Master! Do you know when our master will return to the mountain?" Qiu Chuji asked Lin Chaoying.

Lin Chaoying snorted coldly: "How would I know about his affairs?"

"But... he didn't send anyone to the ancient tomb to get the money and food. It seems that things are not going well."

"I don't know if Master can come back to celebrate the New Year this year." Qiu Chuji sighed.

"I'm afraid not. Your master is a man who is used to playing tricks. When others are celebrating the New Year, he would block people at home and ask them for money." Lin Chaoying casually revealed a layer of Wang Chongyang's past.

"Ah!" Qiu Chuji was stunned. He didn't expect that his seemingly gentle and kind master actually had such a dark side.

But think about it, it makes sense. There is a saying that goes 'a kind man cannot command an army, a righteous man cannot command wealth'. Wang Chongyang has both money and soldiers. If he only has kindness and righteousness, he can't accomplish anything great.

"In fact, there is one more thing. The statues of the Three Pure Ones carved by the craftsmen have been placed in the tent for half a month, waiting for the master to come back, find an auspicious day to open the eyes and consecrate them, and then move them into the main hall."

"If the master doesn't come back, the statues of the Three Pure Ones will have to stay outside the temple for the New Year, which is not good." Qiu Chuji was not suggesting that Lin Chaoying should take charge of the situation, but he didn't quite believe that his master and Lin Chaoying really had no other way to contact each other.

Considering how Wang Chongyang secretly chiseled a hole under his old lover's coffin and left half of the Nine Yin Scriptures behind, it seems like it's not a good idea to trust his moral integrity too much.

"Then just light it yourself!" Lin Chaoying didn't care.

"Your master is trying to integrate the three religions into one, so the Taoist master is the Buddha, and I am the Buddha, and the Buddha is the Taoist master. Since they are all one, you just add a finishing touch, what's the big deal?" Lin Chaoying was full of fallacies and was truly a heretic.

Qiu Chuji ignored Lin Chaoying's words.

There is no mountain called "authority" in his heart, but in the eyes of other Quanzhen disciples, one is one and two is two.

Qiu Chuji may not believe in authority, but he will not use his own thinking to interfere with other people's choices. After bidding farewell to Lin Chaoying and Lin Xiaolan, Qiu Chuji returned to Chongyang Palace.

The end of the year is approaching, and even the Taoists have happy expressions on their faces.

The palaces and pavilions were all swept very clean, and the white smoke coming out of the kitchen gave people a strong sense of happiness when they looked at it from afar.

Wang Chuyi jumped down from the high steps.

"What's that style of yours?" Qiu Chuji asked Wang Chuyi, who was standing on one leg.

"I lost the bet, this is the punishment."

Wang Chuyi looked Qiu Chuji up and down and licked his lips: "He went to the Ancient Tomb Sect!"

"Do you have honey bee jelly?"

Ever since Qiu Chuji let Wang Chuyi and Liu Chuxuan taste the Ancient Tomb Sect's Jade Bee Juice, the two guys have been craving it.

"It's winter, even the jade bees are frozen to death, and there are no flowers. Where does the jade bee nectar come from?" Qiu Chuji said unhappily. He didn't know what was wrong with these two people. They were obviously Chongyang's disciples, but they had the style of the Beggar from the North, which was to eat delicious food.

Of course, what Qiu Chuji would not admit was that he actually had two bottles of jade bee nectar in his arms. That was the output he got after sending some jade bees to the Nameless Valley. He would use the kitchen to cook a little and make himself a honey roast chicken.

"Oh!"

"I don't quite believe it. Chu Xuan asked me to keep an eye on you. If there's something delicious, ring the gong." After saying that, he took out a small copper gong from his arms and hung it on his chest with great fanfare, like a heart-protecting mirror.

Qiu Chuji rolled his eyes and said, "Thank you, Wang Tongluo!"

The two chatted and laughed as they crossed the square in front of the main hall.

At this moment in the square, Ma Yu was practicing sword with a number of Taoist children.

Not long ago, Ma Yu took the initiative to teach Quanzhen swordsmanship to all Quanzhen disciples. From then on, ordinary Taoist children and Taoists could also learn Quanzhen swordsmanship. Even if they could not rely on swordsmanship to fight against the enemy in the future, at least it would be enough to strengthen their bodies and increase the chances of escaping in case of danger.

As for whether the Quanzhen Dao Song will be spread, Wang Chongyang will have to make the decision when he returns.

Compared with swordsmanship and internal strength, internal strength is of course more important and core.

The Quanzhen swordsmanship without the blessing of the Quanzhen Dao Song, although not a good-looking one, can only be considered second-rate and cannot be considered the core of the Quanzhen Sect.

"Brother! Your swordsmanship is getting better and better!"

"However, it would be even better if you could follow up this sword with the move 'Hurting in the Northern Desert'!" Qiu Chuji gave advice as he passed by Ma Yu.

Ma Yu was not embarrassed by being taught in public. Instead, he listened to the advice and repeated the previous sword moves. Then he followed up with the move "Roaming the Northern Desert". As expected, when he was wielding the sword, although his aura was not as smooth as before, after the sword tip was swung, there was a sense of sharpness and strength, which was more lethal.

"Why is this?" Ma Yu immediately asked for advice.

"The sword is dead, but people are alive. Brother, you have great internal strength and are more suitable for the sword technique that allows you to express your thoughts directly." Qiu Chuji said.

Hearing this, Ma Yu smiled and said, "You think I am too old-fashioned in using swords. Those sword moves that require flexibility and changeability don't look good when used, right?"

The brothers talked and laughed with each other in a relaxed and happy manner.

But a Taoist boy stumbled over and shouted, "No! No! I just saw Master Jingshu lying in front of the mountain gate with serious injuries. Tan Churui and Hao Datong are already carrying Master Jingshu here!"

(End of this chapter)